Happy, Happy Birthday
Meet the cast of characters:
Matt:
I normally sleep a couple of hours later on Saturday mornings, but today I am awake just as the sun rises over the Texas horizon. Today’s birthday party for Marty and Bobby is on my mind. But, before I get up to deal with getting things for the party set up, I want to give and take pleasure with the manly hunk in my bed.
My husband, Bradley, lies there in all his splendor, morning wood up and ready. His cock, when at the ready, has one position: poking out at a 90-degree angle, whether he’s standing or lying down. I kneel and hover over these eight inches of thick, uncut meat. I lean down and lick up and down the hard shaft, swirling my tongue around the cock head. I massage the head gently with just my lips, sliding over the head with spit-covered lips.
Bradley stirs slightly and moans almost silently. After a few minutes I swallow his cock down to his pubes. He moans louder and squirms around on the bed. Suddenly he places both hands on my hand, a signal that he is about to come and that I will swallow his thick, creamy sperm.
He says in a loud whisper, “FUCK! I’m gonna come, dude. Gonna fill your stomach, here it comes.” Just as he is about to shoot his load down my throat......
BOOM! The bedroom door bursts open wide and the two birthday boys rush in.
I quickly move from the ‘landscape’ position to ‘portrait’ mode kneeling. Bradley grabs the bedsheet and pulls it up to cover his cock.
In the split seconds we are trying to recover from the surprise incident, Marty jumps on the bed and starts tickling me while Bobby approaches Bradley. Bobby suddenly catapults himself up, rolls his body into a ball and lands ass-first down on Bradley’s hard shaft. The surprised attack brings out sounds from Bradley I have never heard before. He sounds like the wind has been knocked out of him. The four of us roll around on the bed tickling and laughing.
After we stop playing Marty says, “That must be where the expression ‘Broke dick dog’ comes from. It looks like Bobby broke daddy Brad’s dick.”
“Marty, where did you hear that Texas expression?” I ask, slightly annoyed.
“One of the neighborhood boys says in Texas if you want to tell someone you think they are not worth a shit, you just say to the person that they are as bad as a broke dick dog”
Like a good parent, I say, “Marty, language.”
“I’m just repeating what the guy told me. He’s an older boy who knows a lot more about life than I do.”
Just then, Carmen the housekeeper calls the boys to help her.
As the leave the room, Marty turns around toward us and says, “You guys were doing it when he barged in, weren’t you?”
“Marty,” say with a stern voice.
“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’ he responds with a grin on his face. The boys rush out to find out what Carmen wants.
Bradley unwraps himself from the bedsheet to find a pool of jizz on the sheet.
“What’s this Matt?” he asks as he points toward his dick.
“That my husband is what is called a ‘ruined orgasm’ and for most men it means that particular orgasm has passed you by. You ejaculate without the orgasm that brings so much pleasure. The fact that your dick is only semi-hard now tells you that the train has left the station without you. It’s like edging. You get to just before shooting, all stimulation stops and the cum dribbles out of your dick but your body is not rocked with the pleasure of a volcanic orgasm. Come control is another way of describing it. Kinky shit.”
We eventually climb out of bed, saving showers for later just before the birthday party guests arrive.
Out on the patio much to my surprise, Carmen has started setting things up. She says Nick’s people have already starting putting these tables and chairs in place and have gone to get more things.
Carmen smiles at me and says, “I know today is planned as a day off for me but I can’t ignore the boys’ birthday party and you’ll need some help.”
I give her a warm hug to show our appreciation.
Guests should start arriving at 2:00 PM and things will get underway at 3:00.
All the neighbors are invited but they rarely come even when asked. The new TV station staff members, Barbara Boyd and the ladies from New York plus staff from news and a few others from the station will be here.
Nick the Greek is setting up a beautiful buffet as always; large containers of Texas BBQ, baked beans, salad fixings, potato salad and a few odds and ends. The birthday cakes are large, sheet-style and absolutely beautiful. Refreshments include coffee, soft drinks, beer and wine; no hard alcohol since it’s a party for our boys.
At 3:00 Bradley stands at the microphone on the small stage and taps his wine glass to get the crowd’s attention. He introduces Marty and Bobby who have asked to welcome the guests.
The birthday boys are nervous. Marty speaks, “We’d like to thank you for joining us today for our very first birthday party. Yeah, hard to imagine, isn’t it? I’m seven and Bobby is five and this is our first cake and first party......ever. Our two dads always take care of us and give us the best of everything, including their unconditional love. Thank you for sharing all of this with us today.”
The crowd’s applause seemed to carry understanding and love riding on the sound waves.
I step up to the microphone. “I’d like to introduce our boss, Mr. Tom.”
He smiles as he takes his place at the microphone.
Mr. Thom:
“I notice the birthday boys have opened their presents from me. Boys, come over here with grandpa. Marty tell your guests what you said to me when I told you that I’m surprised that you don’t already have a game console.”
Marty looks at me for a moment and then speaks. “I said that our dads offered to buy us a game console and other toys that most kids already have when we got here, but we said ‘No’ because daddy Matt and daddy Brad have done so much for us already and we don’t feel we had a right to be so greedy.”
I feel my eyes tear up. “That, ladies and gentlemen, tells you what kind of adults these fine boys will grow up to be.”
Marty responds, “Our dads rescued us from the streets where we were living. They gave us this nice place to live with them and we have a housekeeper who makes sure we keep our Latino heritage by speaking both English and Spanish. We are lucky to have all of this and we will never forget our lives here, now as normal kids.”
The audience applauds again and some are wiping tears from their eyes.
Matt:
Bradley takes a position on the ‘bandstand’ with Sebastian sitting at his keyboard.
Bradley gets the crowd quiet and then explains that he has a song for the birthday boys that tells the story of a father who looks at his boys growing up and that he and Matt will have a rough time parenting if the boys are “Anything Like Me.”
“Anything Like Me” Brad Paisley version
The audience applauds loudly after the song to express their enjoyment.
Bradley mingles with the guests and after a few minutes, Jason Dubard from the channel 13 newsroom journalist, takes a seat on the bandstand stool, guitar around his neck and addresses the guests: “Another person here today is celebrating his birthday, born on this day 18 years ago. I have a song for him. Luke, this is for you.
It's a song about a guy who says to his boyfriend you had me from hello.”
You Had Me From Hello” Kenny Chesney version
The fact that Jason is singing a love song to another dude is his coming out to everyone here, even though Bradley and I have known for a short time.
As the guests applaud Jason’s performance, Luke rushes to Jason, throws his arms around Jason’s neck and gives him a romantic kiss.
“Luke, there’s a huge present from you,” Jason says loudly.
Mr. Tom speaks into the microphone. “Luke, first let me say that Jason seems happier since he met you than I have ever seen him and we thank you for that. Now, I’ve been told that the money you have been promised for your college education has been withdrawn leaving you the prospect of washing dishes some place to pay for your college and well, I’ve been looking for a way to give back to the community something in return for all the community has given to me. But I want it to be something that will help a person in need. So, we have started a college scholarship find. You are the first recipient and others following you will be chosen by committee. So, what I’m saying is that our scholarship grant is offering you a fully-paid-for, four-year scholarship for the university of your choice. Your work toward a four-year degree will be completely paid for.”
The audience responds with applause, shouts and whistles. Sounds like crowd reaction at a sporting event.
Luke, tears running down his cheeks, throws his arms around Mr. Tom’s neck and gives him a warm hug of thanks.
Jason:
I stand and speak into the microphone, “I am about to throw something unexpected into this great gathering. A few years ago, I was at Flynn’s karaoke bar with a couple of buddies when the packed crowd started applauding as Matt and Bradley walk in with a few other people. Matt, the long-standing number one news anchor in DFW is immediately recognized.
After 30 minutes or so, Bradley walks to the talent platform with his guitar and talks about the song he is about to sing. He strums his guitar and sings.
The entire time he sings he’s looking directly at Matt who’s sitting with their party. I can’t believe the love that is linking these two at that moment. It made me want to cry with happiness and the witness of true love. Matt is openly gay but I wasn’t aware of who Bradley is. After his song, he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small ring box. He tells us that he had been carrying that box around for six months waiting for the right moment to use it. He then asks Matt to join him on the small stage. Bradley drops down on one knee and asks Matt to marry him. Matt is the channel 12 news director and I work for him, but we don’t really know each other. So, right here and now, I’m asking Bradley to sing that song again, for us today. It has to be the most beautiful love song ever. Bradley?
Bradley seems to be thinking for a few seconds and says, “OK, I’ll sing it again but I warn you that I become very emotional when I hear or sing this song.” He returns to the patio stage and without further explanation strums his guitar and sings.
You Are So Beautiful – Joe Cocker version
Bradley looks directly at Matt while singing and brings the crowd to tears.
Matt joins Bradley after the song and hugs him tightly. In an instant, Marty and Bobby join their dads for a group hug.
The party crowd is thinner by 6:00 PM and as Nick and his crew clean up the mess and load their vehicles with things to return to the restaurant, most of the remaining crowd slowly leaving.
Barbara Boyd:
“Matt, I hate to leave because the magic will disappear when I return to the real world. This is the best party I have ever been to. The kids, the crowd, the music, food, everything was absolutely perfect. I just want to extend it for a while longer.”
Matt:
“Well, if you don’t want to leave, sit your butt down and stay for a while.”
I call Jason and Luke over and a few stragglers from the newsroom who are still here. I bring out several different cheeses and crackers and we sit at a large table to drink wine or beer and munch on the after-dinner treats.
Carmen is busy tidying up even though she is here on her day off. She takes the boys inside to check out the many gifts. They’ve been very patient, only opening Mr. Tom’s game console and a few other things he gave them. Now they can attack the pile of presents Carmen earlier put in their room.
We sit around the patio table and tell stories about jobs and love lives. Barbara Boyd is the only one who doesn’t know our stories and she seems to derive a lot of pleasure from hearing about our meetings and becoming couples and there are stories about the jobs we’ve had.
When the temperature begins to cool, we move inside to the living room and after about half-an-hour everyone starts to leave, thanking us for a really great time.
Bradley and I relax and cuddle on the couch. After cuddling becomes making out we retire to the bedroom. The boys have long since gone to sleep from the strenuous day and Carmen went home after a long day off working our party. I make a note on my phone to give her a bonus for her volunteering. We are so lucky to have her for the boys and for us. As I climb into bed, I pause to recall what a great day we all had together at our boys’ first birthday party. I can only shake my head at that reminder of Marty and Bobby’s past.
Bradley walks into the bedroom, stark naked, after showering. He casually says to me “Dude, I wanted to fuck you in the shower. I thought you were gonna join me.”
“Bradley, Bradley, there are so many other things going on besides fucking in the shower.”
“I know Matt, baby, but fucking in the shower is right up there on the list. Right?”
I laugh out loud at his half-serious proclamation. “You’re right my love. It is hot. Maybe I’m just a little tired from the fantastic day we enjoyed.”
“What about this?” he says as he points down at his 90-degree-extended, eight-inch uncut cock.
I scoot over and hang my head over the edge of the bed and slowly open my mouth wide.
“Fuck, yeah, dude, you know what I’m fucking talking about.”
Bradley rushes over and rubs his cockhead across my lips. He whispers loudly, “Those are dick sucking lips if I ever saw a pair." He slowly inserts his cock in my mouth, sliding over my extended tongue until he reaches the back of my throat. He pauses and then pushes a little until he’s in my throat. Then, it’s balls deep for a hot throat fuck. In and out of my throat. A few times, he puts the palm of his hand on my throat. “Man, I love to feel my thick dick at it bulges your pretty throat.”
Bradley is leaking precum like a fountain as he goes in and out of my throat. “Fuck yeah, this is a makeup for this morning’s ruined orgasm when the boys burst into the room just as you were giving me a blowjob.”
Bradley pulls his dripping cock out of my mouth and “says, “Get on all fours, so I can start our bedtime sex. Dude, I’m gonna wreck your pussy, I’m so fucking horny now.”
He enters me with one push, going balls deep. I love that burn of pain and pleasure I feel every time my husband shoves his dick inside me and then the sensation of his big dick stretching me inside as it moves forward taking room for its journey eight-inches deep. Bradley continues fucking me until he slaps my ass hard and sprays his load into my guts, filling me with his cum and sperm. His cock continues to spasm long after his orgasm and mine. I always come without touching myself. I have only done the no hands orgasm with Bradley and I usually come automatically when he does.
He retreats slowly and lies on his side, one leg draped over me.
“You know the sheets we’re gonna sleep on are getting soaked with cum,”l I suggest.
“Fuck it, going to sleep in the man slime just makes us remember the great time we were able to have. I don’t mind it. When I was a kid and jacked off at night before going to sleep, After the first year of masturbating, I stopped wiping things up after I came, I just pulled up my boxers getting them wet with all my spunk. They were soaked when I woke up and I know I can be a real pig sometimes,” Bradley confesses.
Bradley leans up and kisses me and says, “Good night, my love. Thank you for a splendid day today and for always being here for the boys and me, for understanding and accepting all of our faults. Thank you for teaching me what man-love is all about and how great it can be. There are so many things I should thank you for but I can’t remember them all.”
“Bradley, you are my world. I have no world without you. Thank you for strong love, great sex, protecting me and always being there to protect me from myself and thanks for all the other things we share. I love you, babe.”
Quietness sets in and soon it is morning again and once again we are blessed with the possibility of having another day filled with happiness and great friends and other people.
To be continued.......
